[[Fakir sits on the edge of the fountain in the Wonderland District. He has his book in his lap, a quill tip in his hand, and...a massive amount of little yellow ducks surrounding him. On his head, perched on his shoulders, sprawled out over his book on his lap and climbing on top of the surface of the fountain edge. They quack incessantly and
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but it will happily flap over and inhale some bread, thank you!]
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[[Fakir instantly lurches to his feet, grabbing his book and his quill tip, dropping the bread as the rest of the ducks quack with shock.]]
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He takes a step back, the ducks flocking around him.]]
Tch. Damn bird.
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its head swivels up and completely around at the sound of a rhythmic clacking, puffing up and flapping to the air. it glides low and somehow manages a little grace and poise to perch on the approaching man's shoulder. said man just keeps moving like that was the most normal thing in the universe.]
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Nonetheless, Fakir never lets his guard down, and he stiffens at the sight of an approaching figure. The owner of the bird, he assumes.
The yellow ducks quack curiously, but never leave Fakir's side.]]
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harlock's appearance is a touch on the uh. intimidating side, what with all the black and red and skulls, but his stride is devoid of villainous swagger. he slows on approach - tiny animals around, must not inadvertently step on.
the bird's neck stretches out in fakir's direction and squawks as...cheerfully as an obnoxious noise can be before withdrawing. harlock's hand lifts to its beak to hush it, diverting attention from the animals to fakir with a quiet, appraising gaze.]
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Fakir meets the figure's gaze with his own, hard stare. There is nothing immediately threatening, but Fakir can't help but be on edge with just the mere presence and appearance.]]
What.
[[He doesn't have the patience to just accept being stared at.]]
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How much does this one owe your brood? [his head tilts down with his glance to the ducks at fakir's feet.]
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They're not mine.
[[That's all he says on the subject. Never mind the fact that they seem to be sticking to him like glue anyway.
His grip around his book tightens.]]
If that bird is yours, keep a better eye on it.
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he starts pulling a glove off as he approaches the fountain, pausing for a thoughtful moment (because the water is like skittles okay) before sending his hand under the spray.]
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He stiffens when the glove comes off, but adjusts his grip on his book as the ducks flutter closer to the figure. Fakir doesn't even acknowledge that weird bird flying off.]]
Who are you.
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the reply is to fakir, sans eye contact:] Harlock.
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Fakir raises an eyebrow as he watches from a few feet away. The ducks flutter up and into the fountain, ducking beneath the surface and quacking contentedly.]]
Hn.
[[He steps up closer, almost as if trying to see if the ducks were safe in there.]]
Whether that bird is yours or not, it seems to listen to you.
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Idly, he steps closer to sprinkle some more bread crumbs along the edge of the fountain.]]
Is that a friend from home or did you meet him here?
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